Mini Cabs From HellWe've all taken a dodgy cab in our time. One guy asked me to give him a back-rub in exchange for letting me off the fare. I was like, "here's the cash mate." Another chappy claimed to be Paddy Patel - a child actor from UK TV series Tuckers Luck - he drove like a speed freak and regaled me with stories that "playing a black Irish boy. England wasn't ready for it." So go on - tell us your worst and we'll tell the world.
[edit: for those confused by the term mini-cab, London has two sorts of taxis: highly regulated, licensed and salt-of-the-earth black cabs that you see in films and a whole bunch of unlicensed, uninsured, random cars driven by nutters who aren't supposed to pick up from the street (you have to phone for them). They are universally rubbish]
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rob, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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Mini Cab from HeavenGot one a couple of months back from East London back to North London, from outside a club where the vulture minicab driving throng was waiting to pounce on unsuspecting/off-their-tits clubbers. He pushed his way towards us, shouting that he would charge us only a tenner to go anywhere inside the M25. Obviously not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth, we grabbed him and piled into his car.
After a minute or so of driving, he turned in his seat and said "You want to skin up? I've got a big bag of weed ...". He then proceeded to do several laps of the Tottenham one way system so we could finish the spliffs.
What a star. Never seen him again.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 11:08, Reply)
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